"Lucius," Victor breathed the name, his voice a jagged edge cutting through the hum of the server racks. "The bastard didn't just walk through the front door; he had the spare key I gave him for the backup protocols."Hideo stopped typing. The silence in the underground bunker was sudden, vacuum-sealed, and heavy. He turned slowly, the blue light of his monitors casting long, skeletal shadows across his face. "Lucius? The man is a sycophant, Victor. He’s been your shadow for a decade. Why would he burn you now? Unless he’s suicidal, he knows you’ll gut him."Victor felt the cold iron of reality settling into his gut. He pushed off the cooling rack, ignoring the white-hot agony in his shoulder. "He isn't suicidal. He’s scared. Check his family’s offshore holdings. The ones in Cyprus. Look for recent injections of capital, specifically from a shell company registered in the Cayman Islands. Look for anything linked to the Wicaksani clearinghouse."Hideo’s fingers blurred again. "You’re f